Your’s still fits, Kobal2 - so I’ll go off of yours.
My little demon, comin’ on down
My little demon’s turnin’ me around
All of my friends all tellin’ me
That I just ain’t the man I used to be
When the devil is too busy
And death a bit too much
They call on me, by name you see
For my special touch
To the gentleman I’m misfortune
To the ladies I’m surprise
But call me by any name
Anyway It’s all the same
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He’s devoted to the devil, fascinated by crime
Glamorous death is his destination - eternal passion his gain.
Sell him your soul - sell him your soul - sell him your soul
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
Torches blazed and
Sacred chants were phrased
As they start to cry
Hands held to the sky
In the night
The fires are burning bright
The ritual has begun
Satan’s work is done !
It’s that ole Devil called love again,
Gets behind me and keeps giving me the shove again,
Putting rain in my eyes, tears in my dreams,
And rocks in my heart.
I am a rock. I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress, deep and mighty,
that none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship,
Friendship causes pain,
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain,
I am a rock. I am an island.
Islands in the stream
That is what we are
No one in-between
How can we be wrong
Seven islands to the high side
Of the bay
If you’re looking west
To the sunset
You can see it, all in fiery
Autumn dress
– Gordon Lightfoot, Seven Island Suite
There are stars in the southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight and moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road
And I still hear the soft southern wind in the live oak trees
Those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me?
What’ll we do with a drunken sailor,
What’ll we do with a drunken sailor,
What’ll we do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-aye in the morning?
Just call me angel of the morning, baby
She paints her eyes as black as night now,
Pulls those shades down tight
Yes, she gives a smile when the pain comes,
The pain gonna make everything alright
Says, she talks to angels,
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
Yeah I’ll be your chaperone
I’ll even use my best cologne
Just don’t be here in the morning when I get up
If I could rate ‘em on a scale from 1 to 10
I’m lookin’ for a 9 but 8 would slip right in
A few more drinks and I might slip to a 5 or even a 4
But when tomorrow morning comes,
And I wake up with a number 1
I swear I’ll never do it anymore.
Don’t the girls all get prettier at closing time
They all begin to look like movie stars
Looking right at you
I can see that you
Are the most beautiful girl in the…room
In the whole wide room
In the white room with black curtains near the station
I saw her standing there.